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chronicowboy · 18 days

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every part of you (simple as that) | 2.8k

"Do you ever think about having kids?" The words fall from Buck's lips the moment Tommy returns from the bar with their beers. He flounders a little, mouth opening and closing like he can suck the words back in. To his credit, Tommy only blinks in surprise and takes a second too long to unwrap his fingers from the neck of the bottle when Buck reaches for it.

"Uh, no, not really," he says carefully, evenly. And Buck's only the tiniest bit disappointed that it doesn't fluster the man more. Tommy just joins him in leaning against the railing of the gazebo, hip and shoulder solid points of contact that Buck relishes in. The warm, strong weight of Tommy against him soothing the pacing dog in his chest. "I mean, I used to. When I still thought I was straight." He huffs a little laugh at himself, and Buck shares in it. A new feeling, wistful amusement. The years lost to a question you never thought to ask, or one you couldn't find the courage to answer. "It's what you do, you know? You find a nice woman, you get married, you have kids."

"Mm," Buck hums ins agreement, taking a sip of his own beer. It's a thought he's had countless times, a thought he continues to have, but now it's not always a woman standing up there at the altar with him. "You don't think about it now?"

"I never really considered it. Not with the job and everything." Tommy sighs, deep and heavy, before turning to face Buck head on. Something raw and vulnerable creeps into his eyes, and Buck finds himself standing a little steadier ready to catch whatever fragile thing Tommy is about to hand him. "The army, firefighting, Harbour. My mortality has never been a sticking point for me. I was always thinking: well, if I die, I die."

Buck sucks in a sharp breath, the words slicing through his skin like shards of a mirror long since shattered, settling in his gut like a stone of dread. How many times had he thought the exact same? How many times will he have to pay for his own carelessness by caring for someone he could lose so easily?

"I've made sure to live a life that would leave very little behind," Tommy continues. "Or I had. Until recently."

"Oh, yeah?" Buck raises an eyebrow, heart skipping once then twice. "What changed?"

"I think..." Tommy's voice is low as he sways into Buck's space. "I think I found something to stick around for."

(OR: buck comes out to chris at the wedding)

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rosetterer · 11 days

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If you're going to be mad that a canon ship has 1000+ fics when HenRen also has that amount but spread out over several years, then you should be furious that a non-canon m/m ship has 25k+ fics... you know, if this REALLY was about caring about the way that people write for lesbian couples compared to gay couples...

Just like some of y'all all of a sudden care about the female love interests

And just like you all of a sudden care about racism

But... it's not really about all that, now is it?

#its all about tommy getting in the way of buck and you fucking know it #911 abc #like YOU DONT ACTUALLY CARE ABOUT ALL THIS #Now youre standing up for the female lis when buck has a male one that isnt eddie #where were you before??#liking bucktommy is racist because they are both white and now you care bc its tommy #not when most of his other lis were white #now you care about the lesbians and how “little” fic they have written for them when bucktommy is catching up to them fast #but you never cared before #did you?#these are all real issues but you cant pretend like you care about them. you just care about your own ship going canon #and as someone who likes buddie... at this point i wish that it doesnt go canon bc 90% of you dont deserve it #bucktommy #evan buckley #911 on abc #tommy kinard #tevan #fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #someone post this on twitter i dont give a fuck #cant edit right now but the first tag is supposed to say buck and eddie oooooops

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bucktheally · 5 days

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can i just say.......buck's ships on ao3 (filtered to exclude fics where b*ddie is the actual main ship) ..... it's been less than a MONTH and look at the tommy supremacy of it all !!!!

#ppl worrying tommy is unpopular bc of the loud vocals of one small part of the fans i TRULy dont think we have to worry #buck's never had a LI even REMOTELY this popular !!!#bucktommy #kinley #tevan #evan buckley #mine #im gonna be real i think abt like. 3 of those fics for his past love interests Total are actual ship fics #most of them are like buck charcter studies or breakup fics lmao

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zilaphone · 5 months

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I've officially blazed through all twenty-one spommy fics on ao3. I feel like katamari.

#spencer agnew #tommy bowe #spommy #not usually a real person slash fic girl but this shit was DELECTABLE #good fucking food right there

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kira-anon-uwu · 6 months

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Tubbo tries to get his god damn divorce

word count: who fucking knows

summary: no

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"Tommy,just sign the fucking papers."

Tommy got on his knees, wailing at his beloved husband. "No, please! I'll change, I'll be a better man! What if Molly married you as well?"

"More marriage isn't going to fix the situation, just sign the divorce papers!"

"But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But-,", Tommy stuttered, wimpering, "But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But- But… Think of our children, Tubbo…"

He gestured to the corner, where James Marriott and Jack Manifold were sitting.

"Goo-goo ga-ga,", said James, in a very deep and monitone voice.

"Yeah, no, I'm not fucking doing this,", Tubbo sighed, in a very bitch-like manner, as he got up and left.

He decided to take a long walk, to clear his head and question how he got to this point, eventually getting his phone out and calling the only friend he had with experience in The Law.

Quackity waved as he answered, on facetime somehow despite Tubbo calling him on discord. "Hey man, what's up?"

"Hey, Big Q; do you know anything about divorce court?"

"Not a damn thing, I missed that class to watch a soap opera on stream. what'd you need?"

"Could you be my lawyer? I'm trying to get Tommy to divorce me, but he only wants to talk about kissing without tongue and balls."

"Yeah….. About that…….. I'm actually already his lawyer, so……….. Yeah sorry. Too bad you guys didn't have a pre-nup, bye!"

Tubbo sat there in incredibly shocked silence after the man hung up. Yes, sat; man decided to sit in the middle of the sidewalk to ponder where it all went wrong.

His phone pinged, and he saw a message from Quackity telling him that the 'consultation' he'd just gotten was going to cost him $1 million dollars.

Tubbo could afford that, he was a multi-millionaire and a Tory after all, but not having a lawyer on his side didn't leave him with many options. Well, he *did * have one…..

Murder was legal in the UK if the victim was Tommyinnit; the Queen had spoken it into law when she got her restraining order. May lizzie rest in peace, and all that

Tommy had invoked squatters rights in his efforts to 'save their marriage', and had refused to leave Tubbo's home at all times since every second was a second for him to be wooed. Tubbo had shoved him in the closet where he belonged, hence Tommy's lack of streams as of late, so it would be incredibly easy to murder him and claim his wealth.

More money to the hoard, since Tubbo was a rich Tory that disliked the poor. wow that rhymed, regular eminem in these parts.

Anyways Tubbo got home and committed a horrible, unspeakable crime that will not be spoken so he didn't have to put up with any more of tommyinnit's bullshit.

Dragging the corpse to court gave him an easy win, and a medal of honor for taking out one of the nations loudest people that kept up the corrupt politicians all night.

tubbo got the kids and money and married someone famous and hot. idk who pick some hot guy out of a movie that you'd ship with tubbo and that's his happy ending.

The end.

#rate five stars #tommyinnit #tubbo #jack manifold #james marriott #quackity #crack fic #fanfiction #tommy x tubbo #satire #i do not ship them #don't ship real people

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hivemindscape · 1 year

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The waves continued to lap against the shore. Push and pull. Breathe in, breathe out.

“What triggered it?”

The question was quiet, and so out of the blue it took Wilbur a moment to realize Tommy had asked it.

“What do you mean?” Wilbur asked.

“Your panic attack,” Tommy clarified, his hair tickling Wilbur’s cheek again. “Was it random, or did something trigger it?”

"Your Name Is A Triangle" by @bonesandthebees

song i drew this to alt version under the cut

#These past few months have been Hard for me art wise #No desire to even pick up the pen for the first few weeks after the wilbur finale and then utter demotivation because of tommys #At some point my passion for the mcyt fandom hanged by one thread- fanfiction #and the only fics i wanted to read were those of someone i already know and love #I was miserable over the idea no crimeboys content will make me emotional anymore #The first fic I willed myself to read is This one #and it was the biggest most sought-after surge of positive emotion I've experienced in a while #so relatable and soft and real and in character and so. full of love #Bee revitalized me to the point i instantly jumped to sketch this art the image was SO CLEAR. And I drew and It Worked I could draw #And till recently i couldnt find time to finish it and post it but even the coloured sketch brought me so much hope and joy to look at #Now one of my favorite pieces for so many reasons #Love your resident fic writers #Give them apprecition on the daily #they're my forever heroes #crimeboys #crime boys #crime boys fanart #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur soot #wilbur soot fanart #fanfiction fanart #tommyinit fanart #tommyinnit #mcyt

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ctommy-chileno · 6 months

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Why is mr beast in this desert duo fanfic

#all of you crying and complaining about tommy in hermitcraft fics when the real danger is right here #jimmy beast...............

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hooodooo · 9 months

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Mcytblr's fanart fest day 3 !! Cake !! Beeduo wedding inspired by doodlebloo's fic wedding bells !! Go read it !! It's on AO3 !!

#mcytblr’s fanart fest #c!beeduo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #THIS IS STRICKLY CANONICAL #DONT SHIP REAL PEOPLE #ok #michael beloved #c!ranboo fanart #c!tubbo fanart #wedding bells by doodlebloo #that fic eats so hard #tommy shoved tubbos face in the cake #tubbo was gonna do it to ran #dsmp ranboo #dsmp tubbo #micheal underscore beloved #micheal beloved fanart #tubbo has dimples

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i-am-beckyu · 1 year

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Can we see the fireflies?

Now this has never happened before. I’ve been given many many fake fic titles before but never had the urge to write a full story from one. So everyone say thank you @a-xyz-s for deciding to discord dm me titles and somehow sparking an au I wrote in 2 hours at 1am.

cw: fear of the dark, death mention at the start, that’s it. It’s all fluff baby. just Fluff, fluff and more fluff.

word count: 1408

Tommy does not go outside at night.

He remembers that his parents once tried to take him outside. They were going to show him these things called stars, but that night was tainted by red splotches and screams.

He's never stepped outside at night since.

He's seen humans come and go and grown up with the little knowledge he has and moved around many times since then, but never at night. Even the walls at times without his little homemade lantern on can send him spiralling. But things are different now.

He’s got Wilbur now.

Gone are the night’s struggling to get through the dark walls for supply runs. Gone was the constant fear of something getting him from the shadows. And gone was the feeling of loneliness as he snuggled further into the mustard yellow sweater of his pseudo brother with a content sigh. As long as he was with Wilbur, the darkness could not hurt him.

Currently, the pair was looking at a random fact book. Tommy was curious to know more about the world and Wilbur had thought this would be a good way to help Tommy discover just that. Although, Tommy found the pictures were better than the words. Currently he was looking at a page about bugs and insects, his attention drawn to a weird image of what looked like a Bee and Moth put together.

“Hey Wilbur”

“Yeah?” The human lazily responded, gazing down at his friend using him as a pillow.

“What’s that?” Tommy pointed to the weird Bee Moth.

“Fireflies? Have you not seen them before Toms?”

“Fireflies? As in flies that are on fire?”

“Not quite.” He says with a chuckle

“Says here that Fireflies are beetles that can fly and have the ability to light up from a chemical reaction in their abdomens.” Wilbur said as he pointed to the caption on the page.

“So they can make fire blasts?”

Wilbur laughed at the smaller, shaking them from his comfortable position in the folds of fabric.

“Oops sorry.” they said apologetically.

“No thankfully they can not.”

Tommy scrunched his face up in annoyance.

“I think that’s a dumb name for a bug that can’t use fire then.”

Wilbur laughed once more, with a shacking of their head at the borrower's antics, while Tommy shot the human a glare. It was a reasonable assumption.

“To be honest, I’m surprised you haven’t heard of them before.” Wilbur went on.

“There’s tons outside this time of year.”

“Do you think we can go out and see them in the morning?” Tommy asked excitedly, the thought causing the borrower to jump at an opportunity of seeing these light up bugs up close.

The borrower watched the humans smile falter slightly at this however, causing them to stop in confusion.

“What’s wrong Wilbur? Won’t they be there in the morning?”

“See Tommy, um. I would like to say they would be but fireflies come out at night and are best seen,”

They pause.

“In the dark.”

Tommy stiffened.

He’d have to go outside

In the dark

Alone…

“Tommy, I need you to breathe, you're okay.”

Tommy realized his breathing had picked up as Wilbur began to rub small circles on his back with their thumb to help calm him down.

Right. Not alone.

He’s got Wilbur.

“I’m not saying you have to go outside; I know how much you hate the dark, but if you’d like to see the fireflies I can always bring one inside to you.” Wilbur said soothingly as he comforted the younger.

Tommy considered it for a moment before asking.

“How would you do that?”

“Well, I’d go outside and catch one in a jar and bring it inside to you.”

Wilbur was quick to add that he’d let them out straight away after at the mention of the jar when Tommy had stiffened at the mention.

With the borrower's curiosity growing bigger by the second, Tommy decided that would be best and asked for the human to do just that, and was now waiting for the human to come back with a firefly, assuring them that the little guy would be fine.

After a few minutes, Wilbur returned with a jar in tow and one small passenger. He set the jar down on the table before Tommy who had a good look at the interesting beetle. It looked just like its picture, only: it wasn’t glowing.

“Um Wilbur, why isn’t it glowing like you said?”

“Well, if you want to see them glow Toms, I need to turn the lights off.” Wilbur gently stated.

“Would you like me to turn the lights off?”

Tommy contemplated a little before nodding. He’d made great progress with Wilbur. Not needing a light on in the house as often anymore, and he really wanted to see this thing glow. Wilbur proceeded to stand and within a few seconds, the light switch flicked, and the lights snuffed out, leaving a fluorescent yellow glowing orb of light.

“Wow.” Tommy quietly breathed in awe.

It was beautiful.

A twinkly little light of joy.

“Pretty aren’t they?” Wilbur smiled as they sat down leaning down, chin in their hands.

“They’re stunning.” Tommy stared at the little beetle as it flew about the jar. He never would have imagined such a creature as this existing.

“Quite so. There’s so many more outside too. They’re all over the place right now.”

Tommy snapped their attention to the human behind them, blue eyes wide in excitement.

“There’s more than one?!?”

“Hundreds of them actually.”

Tommy runs over and bounces onto the humans’ hand.

“SHOW ME! I NEED TO SEE THEM!”

“But are you sure? You’d have to go outside for that.”

Tommy falters slightly in his excitement as he glances at the single firefly on the table, the little creature residing to just hang out in the jar. He really wants to see more of them.

He turns to Wilbur, slight concern written across their face and smiles.

“Take me outside.”

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Okay so maybe he wasn’t quite ready to go outside yet. A lot of changing his mind and pacing on Wilbur’s palm definitely says a lot about how he’s feeling right now, but every glance at Clementine (because he decided they needed a poggers name for a poggers beetle) pushed him forward. The determination to see more of the little lightning bug out weighing his fears. That, and a patient encouraging Wilbur also by his side helping grow his confidence too.

Now they stood in the middle of the back yard with a bright flashlight, illuminating the surrounding area.

“You sure you’re ready for this?” Wilbur asked, bringing the borrower up to eye level to check them one last time.

“If its too much, I’ll turn the flashlight back on in an instant.”

The borrower took a deep breath in.

They were okay.

Sure it would be dark but he was with Wilbur and Wilbur would protect him.

He trusted the human.

“I’m sure.” Tommy said with quiet confidence.

“Turn off the light.”

With one final nod, Wilbur lifted Tommy up to his shoulder which he stepped onto to free up both the humans hands before they switched the light off with a soft click.

At first, it was pitch black.

Nothing but the darkness.

But then his eyes adjusted, and one by one, little lights began to brightly illuminate the air around them.

Hundreds of tiny fireflies floated up and threw the air, dancing about around and with each other, creating the most spectacular light show ever imaginable.

It was beautiful.

The pair sat in silence for a bit, simply marvelling at the spectacle, before Wilbur eventually spoke up.

“You doing okay?”

“Yeah.” Tommy responded as he watched a firefly fly right by him, zooming off to join one of its friends.

And surprisingly he was. It felt different to last time. The feeling of dread and fear replaced by child-like wonder and warmth, from the twinkling of each little creature doing its own thing. It was nice. It was safe. It was good.

“Do you think we could stay out here a little longer? I really like this.”

“Of course Toms. Anything for you.”

Tommy snuggled in closer to the human's neck, getting comfortable. He was quite content just to stay here forever. Here with his brother and watching the marvel of nature. His fear of the dark, finally fading from existence.

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oh my gosh. I am such a crime boys apologist. It’s all I write anymore. Help

Anyways, hope you enjoyed! I forced myself to finish it one night because I was afraid if I didn’t, it would just sit waiting for me to do something with it and I really liked this idea. It’s also been so long since I’ve just written only fluff. I mean we still have a dark tragedy at the beginning but its fineeee. We had suggested adoption times ^v^ Thanks for reading as always. Much love ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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fandomfluffandfuck · 6 months

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dearest S, i’m once again thinking about evanstan with a size difference

especially with seb as tommy lee and the way he was so tiny i can only imagine how much that could have chris so turned on like knowing that he’s so big and baby seb’s so small

Y-E-S.

I just fucking know during that time period they were constantly all over each other. Even more so than usual 😏

I actually wrote/bounced around quite a few size kink ideas when Pam and Tommy was being released/after it was released, so... enjoy:

Slim Seb & Jacked Chris

Seb's Tiny Fucking Shorts As Tommy Lee

Sebastian In Tiny Shorts, Stockings, & Heels

Pseudo Age Difference, Real Size Difference

More Pseudo Age Difference, This Time With Full Name Kink

Pap Pics, Soft Tummy

Seb As Tommy Lee Gives Off Sub Vibes

(I would love, love, love to expand on this again if school weren't kicking my ass, lmao 🙃 as is, have fun looking over those older asks!)

#asks #fic rec #kinda #reccing myself lol #chris evans #sebastian stan #evanstan #rpf #real person fanfiction #pam and tommy

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bluejaysandblackbats · 1 month

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Titans Academy

Fandom: DC Comics, Titans, Arrowfam

Summary: Grant struggles to accept his new reality when Roy takes him in and enrolls him in Titans Academy. He must adjust to life at a boarding school and life with his new foster family (Roy and Lian). Can he learn to trust the people who claim to care about him? Or will he shut himself off from love altogether?

Chapters: 4/?

Characters: Grant Emerson, Roy Harper, Bart Allen, Toni Monetti, Cody Driscoll, Lian Harper, Jade Nguyen, Audrey Spears, Tommy Blake Jr.

Additional Tags: Father-Son Relationship, Boarding School AU, No Powers AU, Found Family, Second Chances, Roy Harper is a Legal Guardian, Roy Harper is a Father, POV First Person, Grant Emerson POV, Autistic Bart Allen

Chapter Four: Group Therapy I

It felt like the day went on forever, but I still had to go to group therapy. Roy practically escorted me there. I didn't know any of the kids in my group from my other classes. They went around introducing themselves and saying what grades they were in. When they got to me, I introduced myself, but I forgot to say what grade I was in. "Hey, pay attention, Daddy's boy. You forgot to say what grade you were in," the first boy teased. I hated being talked to like that. "Cody—." "Fuck you," I replied. Cody grinned. "Hey, can we bring it back?" one of the other kids suggested. "It's nice to meet you, Grant... Try not to worry too much about what Cody has going on." "Roy's not my dad... I don't know my dad. And I'm a junior," I replied. "Cool-. I mean, the junior part. Not the part about your dad," she whispered. Once the group got back on track, the guy moderating started talking about family and conflict. "My mom was cool about everything, but she worried. I gave her a lot of reasons to worry, I guess. She didn't even tell me I was going here," Cody replied, "She just dropped me off... But I guess it was good that she did." "Sounds like she was trying to avoid conflict for herself, not for you," one of the girls mentioned. Cody softened, and he shook his head. "My mom's doing her best. What's bashing her gonna do?" Cody asked. He didn't seem argumentative or cocky anymore. That all faded away with a bit of criticism of his mom. I felt a little bit sorry for the guy. "At least she did something," I replied, "My—. I guess she's not even my mom... She never tried to help. She stood back, and she'd clean everything up after the fact. All she did was try to make me forget, but it wasn't to protect me. Do you know how bad that feels?" I realized I was talking about myself, and I sank down in my seat. Cody mouthed, "Thank you." I nodded in reply, but I felt weird sharing anything about my parents in front of strangers. Another kid jumped in and started talking about how his dad turned everything into an argument, and a few other kids shared. The guy moderating explained that there's a balance to conflict. Too little battle could prove to be as detrimental as too much. "A fear of disputes can look like complacency or a lack of consideration... While too much can make you feel like your guardians are nitpicking or that they simply don't appreciate you at all," the man whispered. We closed out, and Roy met me outside. He had tears in his eyes. "You okay?" I asked. Roy nodded. "It was a brutal end to the day, but I'll make it. Group's never easy," Roy replied, "How was your first day?" "I thought I was gonna hate it at first... But it wasn't that bad—." "Thanks for today, new kid," Cody whispered. Roy glanced at me and smiled. "Cody's thanking someone?" Roy questioned. He seemed impressed. "You're free to go for the next forty-five minutes, but I want you home by nine." I nodded, and Roy left me to wander the campus. Bart ran into me and offered for me to come back to his room to read comics. I took him up on his offer, but we mostly hung out. Bart talked the whole time, but I didn't hate it. At least he seemed happy. "Hey, Bart... Who's this?" I asked as I touched one of the pictures hanging on his wall. "That's my dad. He died when I was a baby," Bart replied, "And the other pictures are of my grandpa and grandma, my cousins, Wally and Jenni, and—." "You're a twin," I interrupted accidentally. Bart tensed up. "Where's your brother?" "I don't have a brother... I have a twin," Bart replied. I didn't know what he meant by that, so I didn't say anything else. I said goodnight, and I went home. Roy lay on the couch with his eyes closed. "You're early, you know," Roy whispered. He seemed exhausted. "What'd you do?" "Why does Bart hate his twin?" I asked.

"He'll tell you when he's ready," Roy replied, "Could I hear about your day?" I sat in his chair, linking my fingers over my chest as I stared at Roy. He lay still, eyes shut, but I knew he was listening. "It was alright... Am I allowed to talk about the group?" I asked. "You can talk about yourself but no one else," Roy replied. "The day was long, but I'm glad I don't have to talk about myself anymore this week. Am I allowed to hang out this weekend?" I asked. "Yeah. If you get through tomorrow the way you did today, you can go wherever. I think Garth is going to the beach or something... Donna's going bowling with whoever's down to go... And I'm doing movie night. Saturday, though, I'm not sure what we're doing. I'll probably take some of the kids hiking. I feel like I'm forgetting something important," Roy mumbled. He pulled a blanket over himself and stretched out. "You don't have to wake up at four tomorrow... But that's not what I'm forgetting." "Roy? Are you gonna sleep there tonight?" I asked. "Not sleeping, just resting my eyes... Thursdays are my tough days. I run a group just like everyone else, and sometimes it takes a toll... But I'll be okay by tomorrow," Roy reassured me. I rolled my shoulders back and went to the kitchen. I couldn't sleep when people seemed tense, so I made Roy some tea. He had a bunch of different kinds. Some stuff I'd never even heard of. After the kettle started whistling, I picked two packets with a picture of white flowers and what I imagined was a lemon. I set the teacup on a coaster and tapped Roy's shoulder. "I don't know how you like your tea... I just thought that-." Roy sat up and took a deep breath. I thought he'd chew into me for touching his stuff, but he leaned forward, hiding his face in his hands. "Thank you, Grant. That was really thoughtful," Roy whispered. He collected himself without a tear, but I could tell it was hard. It was weird. I'd only known the guy for three days, but it seemed like he knew me way longer than that. I wondered if he knew something I didn't or if he was like that with everybody. It felt good to finally come home at the end of the day, but I worried things wouldn't stay that way. If I learned anything from my parents, things are never what they seem.

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sbisbeloved2 · 1 year

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HI HI WE VANISHED OH WELL

I took a prompt from @beckyu hehehe and to spice things up, Tommy's also a baby siren

"Tommy, stay." Tommy looked at his parents in confusion. Although calling them parents was an overstatement. "Why?" "Because Tommy, the river is no place for such a tiny fish. Now stay." He stared at the deep trench in front of him. "Will you be back?" Tommy saw the way the different members of his pod flinched. "Sure Tommy. Just stay here and don't go into that trench." Tommy nodded happily. He waved bye as the other mers left him. They would come back!

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It's been a few years since the great Tommy Danger Kraken Innit was left on the sea cliff. And he was surely alive! Albeit he had run out of things to eat yesterday, and was seriously debating on eating the sand until that was gone too. He really didn't have a place to sleep, opting to just lay on the sand instead. Although he certainly wasn't the naive child he was back then, and accepted the fact that his pod wouldn't come to get him again. But he didn't care, and he definitely wasn't lonely. Nope. Instead he busied himself with the sand, throwing it in the air and digging his tail in it. The sand had a funny texture that always cheered Tommy up. The sun beat down on his back as he decided to take a nap to ignore the warning his stomach gave with the painful growl he felt. So he slept.

He didn’t know how long he slept for, but he didn’t feel refreshed. He stretched his fins and limbs, groaning as his back popped. He floated back down onto the sand, staring out at the now empty clearing. There was seaweed before, but Tommy had scared away any of the fish he could’ve used for food, so he ate the plants instead. Something cold brushed his shoulder, and he popped up, eyes targeting the body of a fish, somehow freshly killed. He reached out and grabbed it, looking it over. Didn’t look terrible, Tommy could probably get away with eating it. So he did. The fish tasted like pure sugar to Tommy as he munched happily. There wasn’t blood when he woke up, so he assumed that the poor unlucky fish had hit the edge of the trench and was pushed his way with the current. Tommy didn’t care, he was just happy to have something to eat! He decided to go for a swim as the activity for the day, so he looked around as he swam. Nothing new sadly, just sad and an occasional piece of coral. He was sad now, he wanted to see something new, but nothing was there. He went back to his spot in the sand. At this point, any mer–or fish for that matter– would have the common sense to swim away, but he didn’t. Tommy didn’t know why either, was his mind still hoping that his pod would come back for him? Or maybe he just didn’t feel that lucky. Whatever the reason, the pure loneliness of the boy was sinking in, and he felt hopeless.

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Tommy woke up again, although he didn’t remember going to sleep. Oh well. He stretched yet again, his tail sore from his adventure yesterday. His gaze was caught as something on the ground shimmered in the sunlight. It got his attention as he swam towards it. He pulled it out of the sand, and held it up. A shiny shell! But it wasn’t here yesterday, had it been covered in sand before? He didn’t care, because now he had a treasure! He swam back to his nest in the sand, putting the shell down next to his sleeping area. Then something else shine caught his attention. Another dead fish? More food! He floated over, picking it up. Must’ve hit the trench like yesterday’s fish. Was there a school nearby that was stupid or something? Eh, he wasn’t going to complain, free food! He bit it again, although this fish tasted different this time. It was even sweeter! That meant it was fresher than the last one from yesterday. Tommy was too excited now. Maybe he wouldn’t starve! He finished the fish, and got curious, so he peaked out from over the edge of the trench. He stared down at the pitch black abyss below with curiosity, gasping as he saw little dots of light. They were all green and white, so maybe it was a large pack of that type of glowing jellyfish that his pod had talked about once. There were two larger jellyfish, glowing a stunning green. Tommy eventually got bored, so he swam back to his nest. He grabbed the shell he found earlier, hugging it tightly as he fell asleep again.

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The sun felt so good as Tommy awoke. He stretched again, no longer feeling tired or sore now that he had good food. There was another shiny thing in the sand again, so he swam over. It was in the exact same spot that the other shell was, so he wondered why he hadn’t seen it. He didn’t know what that meant, but he picked it up. No sand on it again. This didn’t seem right, normally he would have to brush away the sand. He looked around cautiously, before turning and swimming back to his nest. He noticed another fish, further than the others, and on the edge of the trench. He set his new shell down carefully, and slowly swam to the fish. He looked it over, suddenly noticing the way the fish was looking. Almost like it had been squeezed to death. He looked around, wondering just what could’ve done this. He sniffed it, and took a bite, deciding that it wasn’t poisoned. That’s okay, right? He didn’t finish it as quickly, constantly looking around to see if something was going to attack him. When he was done, he swam upwards, trying to find any currents nearby that he could swim in to escape, but there was nothing. He surfaced, looking for any signs of humans. Also nothing. So what was messing with him?

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He woke up early today, seeing no shell in the sand ahead. Maybe it’s a good thing- Water brushed over him in a massive current from above, so he looked up. What the f***. A massive arm was reaching over him, placing a shell that was way too small for it to hold in the sand ahead. Where the other two had been. He used the currents the hand created as it moved back to turn himself around, and he watched as the hand lowered into the trench behind him. Tommy was frightened now, something massive was in the trench, and it was here for him. The hand returned, this time leaving a fish out in the open sea, just above the trench. He didn’t dare move. Something was here for him. It had been a few minutes, and the only thing the hand had done was bop the fish back up into Tommy’s line of sight. He inched forward slowly, not even going to get the shell. He reached the edge of the trench, and felt the current move, assuming that the hand was escaping back into the abyss below. He took a deep breath, and raced for the fish. He grabbed it, looking around for any signs of the hand–or worse, the mer it was attached to–returning. Suddenly a massive school of fish swam into and around Tommy, knocking the fish out of his hands, scaring and surprising him with what was happening to think of the consequences. And soon enough, a rope net had brushed up uncomfortably with Tommy’s back as many more fish swam into him as he was pulled upwards.

He was pulled out of the water, gasping for air. There were humans there, who hadn’t made a sound since they pulled up the net. “Wilbur you b**** that’s a f***ing mer! I warned you not to fish out here!” “Oh don’t pin this on me you p****, you were just as excited to come out here as I was!” The sound of waves rang through the air, as Tommy turned his attention to the massive hand that had surfaced next to the boat. The hand formed a fist as it got higher, the humans panicking and racing to the other side of the boat. The fist fell, slamming into the side of the boat and causing it to sink. Tommy was thrown back into the water with the rest of the humans catch, taking in the air that he lacked. The humans fell too, sinking a bit further away from him. The hand wrapped itself around Tommy, a second hand shooting up from the trench to grab the humans, with seaweed in their hand. Tommy gasped as a massive mer swam up from the depths of the trench, focusing on the humans. The mer opened the hand with the humans, frowning as the seaweed started floating away. The hand around Tommy loosened, and Tommy was able to move again. “Little mer, could you feed the humans the seaweed?” The soft but commanding voice of the larger spoke. Tommy nodded, swimming over to the humans, and grabbing the seaweed. He tore it up a bit, opening their mouths and placing it inside. The humans swallowed instinctively, their legs morphing into tails, and gills forming on their necks. The two gasped, breathing in the air as they looked around. “Holy f***!” The brown haired human shouted as he spotted not only Tommy, but the giant mer in front of them. The pink haired mer locked eyes with Tommy. “Now then.” The giant mer spoke softly, aware of the smaller beings around him. “Why did you humans catch Tommy.” How did the mer know his name? “Tommy?” The new mers looked around, staring at Tommy. “That mer?” The giant mer nodded. “We didn’t mean to, we were just trying to get enough fish to sell at the market and feed ourselves, and he probably got caught.” Tommy nodded in agreement. “I see. Well, if you want, you can stay here with us, and you wouldn’t have to worry about food anymore.” The giant mer offered. Tommy just stared at them. “I-I guess we could.” Tommy got excited and swam back to his bed in the sand. He scooped up all three of his shiny shells, and rushed back, all eyes on him. He gave each of them the shells. “Tommy, I was hoping you’d stay too.” Tommy looked at him. “I’ve been watching over you all these years Tommy, and I was waiting for the chance that you’d join me.” Tommy stared at the giant mer for a little bit. “Me?” The giant mer nodded. Tommy nodded happily, swimming up and hugging the giant mer’s face. The other two joined him, although doing so slowly. “Do you have a name?” “I’m Philza, but please, call me Phil, or Dad if you so desire.” Tommy nodded. “And what about you two?” Tommy looked around, staring at the other two mers, smiling as Phil pressed a hand against them as a make-shift hug. “I’m Wilbur and he’s Technoblade.” The brown haired one announced. “Wilbur, Technoblade, and Dad.” Tommy muttered with a smile. “Family.”

#mod flower #mcyt g/t #giant!phil #tiny!tommy #tiny!techno #tiny!wilbur #dsmp g/t #real fic

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